How Green Becomes Wood

"I said it's too heavy to transport for an open-mic," Daizi said, "If I'm transporting my harp, I'm not doing it for a song or two."

Dark looked at Xander, wondering if he should be offended, "I am sure he could, but it only weighs about one-hundred pounds, so I would not really need help."
 
Xander nodded to Daizi. "She doesn't think you can. Otherwise, she wouldn't be worried about the transport. She'd just assume you'd handle it, no probs."

"Ooohh," Alec giggled. "True."
 
"We are going there?" Dark asked dryly.

"It's not that, I just think it's a bigger hassle than bringing something like a guitar. It's not worth it--- if it was, I have complete faith in him." Daizi defended, gently squeezing her husband's arm, "Anyway, Kyle is very nice, but he's very excitable. I think he'd end up scratching her."
 
"Oh dear. A scratched instrument is never a good thing," Ciara said with a frown.

"Well, I guess you have a good point. It's not worth showing off your totally awesome, really cool skill," Alec said with a dramatic sigh.

"Unlike your husband, who won't have any trouble at all showing off his hours upon hours upon hours of skilled labour and art in unknown quantity and sizes," Xander agreed with a nod.
 
"In my defense," Daizi replied, "I also play piano, which they are sure to have on stage, so I can participate in an open-mic without having to carry a hundred-pound instrument to play a single song. If he had said he only wants to bring in his sketchbooks and not his fragile ferris wheel, I would understand."

"I would not bring in my sketchbooks, those are too personal." Dark said quickly.
 
"Too hard to display, too," Alec agreed, neither he nor Xander about to touch the personal aspect of the journals.

"Ah. A piano piece would be lovely," Ciara agreed, just trying to keep up with the conversation at this point.
 
"You would not believe how she plays," Dark told Ciara, "I do not believe I know a word in English for it. I do not know if I know a word in Arabic for it, for that matter. You must here it, if you can."
 
"Transportative," Dark said, but from the sound of his voice, it still didn't quite suit, but it was the best he had.

"I'm just glad I can play music again," Daizi admitted, "For many long months I could hardly play at all."
 
"It has been," Daizi replied, then bending down to pick up Ivy said, "I remember a year or so ago... more than a year... You mentioned you do crochet? Or knit? How has that been going?"
 
"It is going well. Thank you for asking," Ciara said, startled that Daizi remembered such a little detail. "It is nothing particularly interesting. Merely a way to relax, but I do enjoy it."
 
"Have you made anything new recently?" Daizi asked, not finding it strange at all she had squirreled away details about Ciara in that way. She tried to recall as many small facts about her loved ones as possible.
 
"I'd imagine they are more complicated than they seem," Daizi nodded, listening intently, "I love big, fuzzy socks, especially in winter. Dark is horrified that I sleep in them."

"Because it is an atrocity," Dark nodded, solid in his opinion.

"But if I don't wear them, when I get out of bed I have to step directly on the cold floor," Daizi retorted, "and you whine and moan every time one of them falls off and I accidentally touch your leg."

"It is like a raw fish is in the bed. And I know it is not accidental."

"That's why I were the socks!" Daizi exclaimed, laughing, "We can't all be walking furnaces!"
 
The twins and Ciara watched the conversation a bit like how others would watch a volleyball or tennis match. The twins were quite used to this sort of interaction and were mostly amused. Xander finished off the last of the food, though Alec did fight him for the last turkey sandwich. It was the next best thing to popcorn. Ciara had no idea how or if she was supposed to respond to this and merely watched with a single furrow in her brow as she followed the conversation with the same intensity as someone who had money riding on a sports game.

"You could put a rug on your side of the bed for when you get out in the morning," Alec said cheerfully, hoping to gode them on a little longer.

Xander shared a bit of turkey with Ivy.
 
"We have a rug under our bed, but it doesn't cover the whole way to the closet," Daizi replied.

"That is what slippers are for." Dark retorted, "You put them at the side of the bed, then you can step into them in the morning."

Turning her face toward him, her eyebrows furrowed with the little line he so adored, she asked, "And if you are so wise in such things, how do you expect to avoid behaving like a disgruntled pelican whenever my bare feet accidentally touch you?"

"You can simply choose not to do such a thing," Dark replied, "Our bed is more than big enough."
 
"You could put a little hot water bottle on her side to distract her feet," Alec volunteered.

In Xander's opinion, they had talked about his mother's cold feet and his parents' sleeping habits more than enough in front of their aunt, but he wasn't about to say it.

Ciara wished she'd never even considered knitting socks.
 
"I personally think his aversion to sleeping with socks on should have no bearing on what I do," Daizi waved one hand, "The greatest solution is exactly what we've been doing, because it doesn't actually impact him in any reasonable way."
 
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